My last stand will be in New York city.

Two brother die by own hands. I dream of a place to find peace.

      






















My last stand will be in New York City.

 
I want to go to New York City.
Sit on a park bench where Leonard Cohen sat with Joplin.
Whispering stories of things to come.
I wonder what he did to remember her in  her death?
 
My soul has become so dirty.
I feel I would fall into the old city.
Become like her.
Full of secrets and hidden desires.
 
The woman are colder.
Warmer if they decide to allow you in to see.
Their permanent scars and tarnish view on love.
Leave me wishing  to know all their mysteries and feel their hunger.
 
They dress in darkness.
I like my woman to wear black.
It make me aroused.
 
I want to roam the streets.
Be with the people at the lowest point in life.
I want to listen to their stories.
I don't pity them.
I will tell  them my stories.
 
I would sit in dark bars.
listen to the night people.
Perhaps dance in the twisted dance of passion and lust. .
 
 
I will sit on a bench.
My words would become complete.
I would flow with the city.
I would become the voice of insanity.
Perhaps sanity?
 
I will find my place.
I will go to New York soon.
To find my  peace of mind.
 
                     Coyote
                  17 April 1994
 

Author's Note

A old poem. I was at my worst. Thank you for the Army. Sent me to sunny California to revive a life instead.
Coyote

Reviews

[Dinesh Sairam]

This is an old poem? Heck, I don't believe. This is my favorite of yours now ;) Some raw emotions poured into words here. Depicts perfectly the inside of your mind. I don't think "Or my highway to hell?" fits in there. It'd be all the more better if you remove it. This is going into my favorites and I'm rating it 100!

[Dupree]

Well I personally find this a great piece. IT shows a grittier side of you. I love how you speak of Joplin. It's a ggod piece. Waiting to read more.

- Dupree

[Bette]

"It make(S) me aroused." is all i could find....good poem

[Ru Banerjee]

Very vivid, with subtle raw emotions put to beautiful words. Definitely strikes a chord in the heart that knows the secret sins, the lust, the untamed passion and wilderness of the city of millions. Definitely stunning and worth reading. Thanks for sharing.
Ru.

[Sam Severn]

Your writing always, always uplifts n' inspires me, Coyote! I love your viewpoint on life. N' this truly is my favorite poem of yours! Brutal n' beautiful n' dark n' hopeful.....the whole range of human emotions is in this tiny poem! FANTASTIC!!! ㋡

[Haifa]

Wow, its great poem. In this poem you were talking about some people and new york city I never been in US but your poem made me interested to visit it one day (especially new york). Great job

[Blue tailed kite]

This is a really honest poem... one can feel this through and through
I love these words:
I want to roam the streets.
Be with the people at the lowest point in life.
I want to listen to their stories.
I don't pity them.
I will tell them my stories.

Very beautiful poem

[Sonali]

Looks like army has had quite an impact on u.one life turning experience after another that gets lucidly trapped in poems.
Be with the people at the lowest point in life.
I want to listen to their stories.
I don't pity them.
I will tell them my stories

This shows u r kind and soft hearted.How did u get into army? just joking .thumbs up.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

This is like a confessional from the heart and epiphany of the soul rolled into one... sometimes a change is needed to make life make sense... I have been to New York and the first time I stepped out on the street was my most humbling moment for I realized just how small I really was in the universe... it was truly eye opening.

[Ima]

WOW thats the only word i could come up with after reading our work!!

I want to roam the streets.
Be with the people at the lowest point in life.
I want to listen to their stories.
I don't pity them.
I will tell them my stories.

this is amazing
really you have a great job!!

[JENY]

That’s a good poem…
You wrote things that are quite personal….
But in the poem it sounds beautiful….

I too would like to visit New york…..
But being an Indian lady…
There are many restrictions….